Here it is already - the last week of summer vacation. One week from today, we'll send the kids off to school to begin another year of learning, growing, and making friends. This time of year is always a mixed bag of emotions - yearning for the long, sunny days stretching in front of us like a lazy river waiting to be enjoyed, but relief at the approach of routine and predictability of schedule.
It isn't like we didn't pack everything possible into the last nine weeks - in fact, there's been so much fun, I haven't had the chance to capture it all here on my blog yet. There are still a couple of thoughts from our Great Western Adventure that I want to get down before they're lost from my consciousness, and we just returned from yet another trip out of town, this time for our annual summer pilgrimage to Houston.
The kids attended church camp; tennis camp; and participated in the library's summer reading program. We rode bikes; swam at the pool; had sleepovers; went to the movies; and played with friends in the neighborhood. The garden still has full tomato plants and beautiful sunflower blooms, and it's still too hot to sit outside before about 5PM.
It's hard to believe the summer is almost over, but that disbelief is no more stark than the end of any other summer. I'm back to work this morning, heading out the door in a few minutes, but the kids are still fast asleep upstairs, enjoying the last Monday of no alarm clocks or wake-ups from Mom and Dad. I'm sure they'll cram as much as they can into every moment this week, in between hair cuts and meet the teacher night.
As summer begins to blend into the start of a new school year, I will try to savor every moment. Not just because it's this last precious week of summer break, but because I should always do that, 365 days a year.
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